The most interesting personal stories from social networks

My neighbor is noisy from the top. Her husband calls a square man. Every day we hear how this person-square begins to "ride" ...

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I work in a private psychiatric clinic. There is one patient, he has schizophrenia, the type of flow which implies periodic exacerbation, when there are delusions, auditory hallucinations, anxiety, lack of sleep and other things. Outside exacerbations, this symptomatology is extinguished, but the delirium is partially preserved. He pays for himself. He works as a psychic. Even in the hospital room takes in skype. And we have many such "psychics".

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All my life I was avoided by Jehovah's Witnesses, Oriflame, Gypsies with their "gilded pen" and other amateurs. Even local drunks and gopnikas seem to not see. Apparently, I'm so boring person.

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I've been meeting with the girl for about a year now. And we have developed a habit of going to the shower together. We constantly do this; respectively, not only take a shower. Once he left for a week and could not take a shower without her, something was missing. Called her, and during the time I took a shower, she arranged for me to have sex on the phone ..

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I live in an apartment with five dogs. I walk with them, and then a peasant says something: "Are these all yours?" - and his face became so cunning, and I told him: "No, I collect from all the house, one hour - 200 rubles. I walk five times a day. "What kind of face he had when he counted how much I earn in a day.

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I rummaged in the phone of my boss. We were together on a trip, and while she was thumping in a bar, I went into her messages in the room. She is very friendly with another colleague, and I read a lot of "pleasant" about myself. And that I'm a stupid cow, and that it's time for me to fire. And in the eyes: "I'm so glad that you work with us ..." And I saw a correspondence with my subordinate. This bitch photographs and sends all my mistakes to her. Up to: "I left the cup in the sink". Many will condemn, but it is better to know the truth.

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My mother says that I have always been an inquisitive child. My sister went to school and memorized everything aloud, and I played at her desk and always interfered with her. I was five years old, with my uncle and my mother in a car passing by the Academy of Sciences, where a large molecule was installed. Having looked, I said: "Uncle, and you know that oxide is a complex substance that consists of two atoms and always contains oxygen." The sudden braking of the car, my uncle's round eyes, ran and bought me ice cream, said: "On, do not talk any more."

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Enrages that the lack of profiles in social networks is either a riot or a temporary insanity. I'm 28, I dye my hair in pink, often travel and just walk in interesting places. Every time I answer the question about instagram, facebook, contact, that there are no profiles, I see a sincere surprise, and a couple of times it was even "Why do you paint your hair? And where are you posting pictures? ". And no, they asked not children and teenagers, but my peers.

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I take driving lessons. Instructor is sexy, brutal, experienced. To disaccustom me from the bustle and stress behind the wheel, I tamed to the idea "driving is a prelude," a smooth, gentle. He fastened the technique with touches and flirting, bringing to ecstasy, playing on my nerves, swirling. I decided to answer in a mirror way - I stopped putting on my panties for classes. Only stockings. And I told him about this, how I naturally work on the technique of foreplay, to relax at the wheel and not to stress ("your school"). Has ceased to flirt.

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When I was still at school, my classmates harassed me. Then they grab for the hair and how they pull it, that the shock will come off, then wait for the school and beat up bloody bruises and wounds. Teachers did nothing and did not understand where so much anger from children. I did not interfere in these fights, but I knew, like the rest, that this new girl in the yard at the school took syringes, piled dirt from the puddle and poked it all into the eyes of innocent cats and puppies, then carried it into the yard and, laughing, showed all the children.

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Throughout the year, I have a problem: as soon as I tell my mother about my next boyfriend, he immediately stops talking to me. I thought that the coincidence, but after breaking off the connection with the fifth young man, I wondered what it was all the same; began to believe in "happiness loves silence," was almost paranoid. However, everything turned out to be much simpler: as it turned out, my mother scanned the phone numbers of my boyfriends, called them and put a condition - either take my daughter in marriage, or do not communicate. I am 22.

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My son is two years old. Up to three years, the norm is to change hands in any job. But for my mother-in-law, this is the mark of the devil! I found out about it when I returned earlier for the child after sitting around with my grandmother, found my son in tears, choking with an orom, and a bandaged hand behind his back. Nah "th such relatives .And the husband sees standard education in this.

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